[ The touch comes almost unexpected. Her stomach jumps, lips parting, a puff of hot air. Daphne barely touches herself there; even the lightest of touch from his fingers running against the fabric, directly over her most sensitive of places, is a vast difference from her own.
Quietly, closing her eyes, she lifts her hips to help. The cool air against her needy cunt makes her clench around nothing, wet and messy. Her heart races. ]
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Quietly, closing her eyes, she lifts her hips to help. The cool air against her needy cunt makes her clench around nothing, wet and messy. Her heart races. ]